
Things had been hectic in the Mlima for some time now. Since the avalanche, really. He missed the life that he had led before, but he knew there was no way to go back and change anything. He had to march on and take life as it came to him, whether or not he liked it.
Limping slowly through the snow, Filibert made his way slowly up one of the shorter mountain peeks that the Mlima called home. He was fond of the scenery that surrounded the pride and when he had been younger climbing the smaller mountains had always been a joy. He hadn't been to a summit in quite some time and, while it wasn't his goal today since he wasn't sure how his leg would hold up, he did want to get up to a higher vantage point to escape the troubles back home.
After a few hours of walking he finally took a break. He found a somewhat snow-less area under some pine trees to lay down, his bad leg stretched out to help with the mild throb. The pain had substantially decreased over the past few months as the last of the healing took place, but the bone had fused in such a way that made his limp permanent even if he tried to walk normally.
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